Posts in Dreams

I’d like to share a near death experience that I had after my mom died. But before I go into details, I have to say that I am not completely positive that it actually was an NDE or just merely a dream about an NDE.

We were celebrating my birthday. Deborah somehow found a cake. Yellow. Or orange? It was nice. The café was a little dark for some reason. I picked up a guitar to sing "I Like That You Are Not in Love With Me."

I lived in my village, minding my own business. I went to a shop, a clay hut, driving my white jeep. There was chaos there. Everyone was rushing around. Either a hurricane or a typhoon was coming, no one knew anything for sure.

From the first dream, I remember only that to save one person, four others agreed to die. Temporarily. And the main character's name — I was still thinking in the dream whether to call her Taisha. Then I decided to name her Tyler.

How wonderfully we spoke! Intelligence, depth, similarity. I knew who he was in reality before he knew who I was. In reality, we were enemies. Online — almost lovers.

I am in a city on a cobblestone road. A cart is coming down the street. The cart has no horses, but it’s moving somehow. On the cart, there’s a chair wrapped in layers of blue foam from all sides.

I participated in Project Runway. It was a team challenge. The idea was that we were split into teams of three.

I woke up today and saw that I was in my mom's room in our former three-room apartment. And mom was there too, arranging things on the shelves of the old furniture unit. The furniture unit was the same one we gave to Sergey’s relatives.

I'm in the radio network studio, all set to run a show on the Beatles. Everything seems fine, I'm prepared with a show script (handwritten, word by word - exactly what I want to say).

In the first dream, I was on a ship. It had many floors and strange passages. The ship was supposed to evacuate, and I took all my essential belongings. Gradually, the ship became empty. However, some people remained. For example, two of my friends and three guys. The guys told us strange and somewhat scary stories. They were hitmen, among other things. But not ordinary criminals, more like politically-driven spies.